guys hear me out!! him pranking you hoping you’ll scold or better hit him but you end up doing the complete opposite?? 👀 I’m thinking he’ll be like “heck yeah time for pain 😈” only to be hugged and smooched all over his face he’d be like he does not know to react to it wjskjkxjk
Lohen grins, his excitement peaking as he observes your darkened expression. Your once dry clothes are now soaked and seeing your fists clenched so tightly, he knows he’s hit the mark. Pissing you off was his goal from the start.
When your hand roughly grabs his collar, yanking him toward you, he has to resist the urge to simply melt into your arms. The sheer fire in your eyes is doing dangerous things to his heart. As your hand pulls back, he braces himself, squeezing his eyes shut to welcome the sting of a slap and the euphoric pain that usually follows after his usual provocations.
But the blow never comes.
Instead, your lips collide with his in a sudden searing kiss. His eyes snap open in shock. Your lips move against his, perfectly in sync before your tongue slips past his parted lips. An uncharacteristic soft moan escapes him, his gloved hands snapping out to catch your arms in a tight anchored grip. He doesn't fight it, he lets you lead, surrendering to the onslaught completely.
When you finally part for air, he can barely catch his breath before you begin peppering his face with soft quick kisses. Your hands, which were just moments ago aggressively bunching his collar, now cup his face with surprising tenderness. All with a smile curling on your lips.
Lohen finds it impossible to retreat back to his usual suave, teasing self under the barrage of your affection. His cheeks burn a deep crimson, and a weak whimper escapes him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut in pure embarrassment. He doesn't have the words to tell you to stop — he isn't even sure if he wants you to. Just what on earth have you done to him?
the glint of gold is but a reflection // kyryll chudomirovich flins
Synopsis: The Lighthouse Lightkeeper is known for his penchant for things ancient and sparkling, seemingly unable to resist them. For some reason, he refuses to accept an old ring worth even more than the gold it was made from.
(Alternative Synopsis: The fae are known to take one's name and make it theirs to own. But to take back something already given, the consequences are more than he could bear)
From Mayaree: My offering to my Fae King PLS I BEG YOU COME HOME I WANT TO GIVE YOU THE WANDERER TREATMENT HUHUHU
Content: Angst with fluff (mostly fluff imo but dont trust me); Very much unedited lmao
"How about.... 300,000 mora?"
"I am not about to rob my lover for all they're worth. I surely hope that I have not made myself look like I am that sort of person?"
Flins voice has a hint of hurt in them, but more than anything, they're dripping with mischief. Even behind the tall collar of his uniform, you know for a fact that he's smiling, if the soft crinkle at the corners of his eyes are anything to go by.
"Are you implying that all I have to my name is 300,000 mora, Kyryll?" you scoff indignantly, a hand on your chest in mock offense.
"Pardon me for saying so, dear, but I seem to remember you came to this island without a single mora on you," Flins voice is light, at peace. The sound of it pushes you to continue the playful conversation, even when you know you can't win against your silver tongued significant other.
"What are you talking about? I have my money right here!" You raise your chain necklace, at the very end of it was a gold ring. Simple at first glance, but the intricacy of its design is a testament of its worth. The carvings engraved into it an ancient art of a bygone civilization. "If you'd buy it from me, then I can say I have the mora you're saying I don't have. So? Cough it up."
Flins doesn't turn to you, facing only the vast landscape before the lighthouse. He sees you in the corner of his eyes, trying to meet his gaze, patiently waiting for an answer. He can see the wide, expectant grin on your face.
The ever so slightly warmer summer breezes of Nod Krai's nights blow past the both of you as you sit on the platform leading to the lighthouse. But Flins can see in the corner of his vision the puffs of air that escape you, the way they did back in Snezhnaya.
He breathes in deeply before letting out a soft laugh. Finally, he tilts his head to the side thoughtfully, seemingly thinking hard about your offer. He hums and when you lean closer in anticipation, he hides his smile beneath his collar once more.
"How about..." You lean even closer, your grin widening impossibly more. But Flins can also see something in your eyes. An anticipation for something else, and he forces himself not to give anything away in his face. Finally, he stops looking thoughtful, and with a blank face, turns to meet your eyes. "No."
"...No...?" Your grin remains fixed for a moment. He drinks in your eyes. He's heard of Liyue and their fine minerals. He thinks of all the stones and gems he's gathered thus far.
And yet. When he looks at your eyes, he loves that it is his to treasure alone, and loathes that he cannot find any jewel to show you what he sees when you look at him. Maybe it's for the best that he doesn't, if only to prove to the world that nothing could hold a candle to the way you shone so bright.
The light in your eyes seem to flicker and Flins forces himself to keep breathing normally.
Eventually, the grin falls all at once and you're frowning, but still he smiles. If he was to find a gem to compare to your eyes, he's seen various minerals brought by merchants on their many travels and one was something called a Cor Lapis. One such sample he bought sat on a shelf in his room, and although the color is of its own kind compared to yours, its shade reminds him of the fiery glare you were sending his way.
"Rude," you huff. You lean back with a sigh, swinging your feet around to and fro as you hummed a mindless tune. Without your eyes on his, Flins takes a second to look at your form.
The Snezhnayan coat you wear is stylish and elegant, something tailored to match an old outfit of his. The sight of it takes him back, and although his is long gone, yours looks as good as the day he gave it to you on your birthday. Now, as you sit side by side, he wonders what you would have looked like to a passing traveler's eyes that could see the both of you -- a Ratniki dressed in all black, and a civilian clad in pure white, happily spending time with one another as they sit side by side in an abandoned lighthouse.
Pure white. He sees the snow clinging to your shoulders, the flakes hanging on to your eyelashes, and resists the urge to brush them away.
The sight of you both would make quite the tale to be told amidst a campfire.
"I got it," you snap your fingers and turn back to him, the fire in your eyes replacing annoyance with excitement. "How about 150,000 mora? Sounds like a fair deal, right?"
What would that passing traveler say if he crept closer and heard that the one who looked more like an angel was trying to sell off a Fae relic to a Lightkeeper? The idea makes his lips raise once more.
"Hmm. It's quite the tempting offer, surely. An ancient ring, one of its kind, sold at a measly 150,000 mora." He hums again, closing his eyes and holding his chin, contemplating. But he opens his eyes in the next second. It felt almost unbearable to be in your presence and not see you. "But in my humble opinion, it is neither too high nor too low an offer."
Would the passing traveler get close enough to see that the Ratniki's eyes could hardly be torn away from the angel? He wonders about the story they would weave, if they'd embellish anything. He hopes they would see your eyes and your smile, and describe the way your laughter fills this graveyard with song. He hopes they would say that should that Lightkeeper ever need to bring a lantern to clear away the darkness that plagues the night, it would be your hand held tightly in his, and that would be more than enough.
You look at him incredulously. "What in the world does that even mean."
Yes, you are his favorite story.
"I would love to have these conversations with you forever." Flins says in a soft voice with a breathy laugh, lost in his bliss.
The breeze seems to stop, and so do the both of you. Flins meant no harm in his words, the two of you knew that, and yet it has you both quiet. He feels guilt softly take hold of him, but he brushes it off.
He will have this.
"....You can always have it for free, you know." you whisper, a soft smile on your lips.
He will have you.
He huffs out a small laugh. He turns to face you properly, his fingers floating over the chain hanging on your neck, making sure not to touch the ring -- the only corporeal thing about you. "Worry not. I know."
Flins watches as you raise a hand up to his chest, right over where the both of you know lie another ring, completely identical to the one you wear, differed only by its size.
If he focuses enough, he can fool himself into feeling the warmth of your hand, not the Snezhnayan frost that continues to cling to you like a disease. "I also hope you know, I will never change my mind."
He tries to hold your hand but they pass through. That doesn't stop the both of you, however, the two of you already used to this arrangement. Even as his hand passes, you lift it and follow his movements as he pretends to raise your hand up to his lips.
Flins motions to press a kiss on the back of your ghostly hand. When he looks back up at you, he smiles. And in this quiet moment, his smile is warmer than the winds of Natlan, once dull eyes more dazzling than any mora.
"That ring belongs to no other, be it me or anyone else in Teyvat. I would like to keep it as such."
From Mayaree: I intentionally didn't say it to keep it more vague hehe but the whole idea is Reader died back in Snezhnaya but their ghost found its way to Flins in Nod Krai because of a Fae relic Flins had given them. The deal is that if Flins takes back the ring, Reader will be able to move on. Thanks for reading mwah mwah
🌙 Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.
Not Pantalone returning to haunt my thoughts after so long. Welcome back sir, I’ve missed you.
Warnings: Yandereish Content, Implied Stalking, Non-Con Voyerism, Blackmail, Implied mutual masturbation, No Pronouns are used for the reader, my bad writing, anything else I missed, NSFW, 18+
A/N: I don’t think this qualifies as it, but I’m tagging this as Yandere just to be safe. Link to Part 2
Pantalone's vanity is such that he enjoys recording different acts of pleasure, whether they be on himself or with others. He keeps all the videos on a private server that is buried deep within a bank of ordinary Northland Bank servers. Not even the IT department is aware of its existence. Pantalone is savvy enough when it comes to technology that he prefers to maintain the server himself. It spares him the trouble of having to babysit any unintended witnesses to his depravities. God forbid knowledge of the videos becomes common, or worse one of his videos hits the public. The carefully crafted image of himself would shatter in seconds. Leaving him to be humiliated before his peers and the world. It's an idea he doesn't enjoy. Which is why his attention is instantly drawn the second the security protocols on that server are breached.
You hadn't intended to access it. At least that's what you told yourself when you'd found it. You had simply hacked into Northland's mainframe and were taking a look around. It was your hope that you could mine out some useful information that you could sell on the black market. Bank records weren't anything of real value, they were a dime a dozen on the open market. You could care less about those. It was general knowledge, at least amongst your circle of comrades, that Northland was little more than a cover for the Fauti's less than scrupulous practices. Meaning if you could find any information on the organization's plans or movements, you would hit the proverbial gold mine.
When you had discovered the server all the way at the bottom of a nested list, you already had enough information to get you through the next few months. You should have left it alone. But your curiosity got the better of you. The higher security protocols triggered your interest in a way that the standard Northland servers hadn't. This singular server was a puzzle to you and you being you, viewed the stricter restrictions as a challenge. This server's security wasn't a standard system that could be easily overridden. You quickly discovered that the protections around the server were custom made. Meaning its owner had intended for it to be fool proof when it came to keeping any unwanted individuals out. That thought only intrigued you more. What could be so precious that this level of security was required? Was it weapons codes or plans for world domination? Surely whatever was there would be profitable enough that you would never have to work again, right?
After days of trying, to the point that you were nearly exhausted, you finally got in. It had taken a monumental amount of research on your part to figure out a way around the complex coding. What you discovered was well worth your efforts. On a server for one was a treasure trove of videos. All of them private, all of them explicit. You could hardly believe it.
You should have just left well enough alone after that. The knowledge that you could watch the Regrator get off in some of weirdest ways possible should have been enough. Even in your greed, you should have grabbed some of the more disgusting videos and sold them for a large profit. The funds would be more than enough for you to evade the harbinger’s wrath and start a new life elsewhere. Most importantly, after you had accessed the server, you should have checked for additional security measures; namely tracking. If you had, you would have realized that the access records were being monitored. You would have known your IP address and location had been captured. You would have realized that your fate, at least where the Regrator was concerned, was already sealed. Unfortunately for you, that wasn’t what happened. Instead, in your own depravity, you had set an alert to be notified of any updates to the server so you could see what perversion he indulged in next.
Pantalone knew the second the server was breached. He was in the middle of a meeting when he received the notification. It was only by the grace of the heavens that he managed to keep himself contained. Security breaches weren’t an uncommon thing. Northland was a common target for hackers and resistance fighters alike. It was why he laced lies and false plans throughout the servers. Pantalone had more than enough data on what they were looking for. All he needed to do was place it in specific areas so they wouldn’t have cause to go deeper. Not many people were inclined to keep digging after they’d already found the treasure. You were obviously the exception. That told him you were either abnormally greedy or you didn’t know what was good for you. It didn’t matter to him. You had made yourself a target. The question was how best to deal with you? Finding you would be simple. His tracking software would see to that. Pantalone only needed to assess the damage to determine whether he needed to act now or if the matter would keep until his afternoon tea.
After the meeting’s sudden adjournment, in the privacy of the now empty space, the analytics gave him surprisingly good news. Nothing had been taken. You had breached the security, but you hadn’t stolen anything. In fact, all you had done was browsed his videos like it was your going through your own personal library. He supposed for now it wasn’t that bad.Clearly you’d been snooping and that was all. The matter could be fixed with additional security to stop you from coming back. If word of the videos got out, it was something he could easily deny. From his end of things, you had no proof. Even if you’d taken screen captures, you still risked exposing yourself and your less than legal activities. You would have to publicly admit you had committed a crime. If you did, then it was nothing to him to silence you for good. After all, any number of nasty accidents could be arranged and none of them would be traceable to him. All he could do now was wait and see.
It took you a few days to go back and try again. After your first encounter with videos, you’d set the notification and promptly walked away. You’d told yourself the notification was enough. You didn’t need to go back unless he posted something new. The image of him looking so vulnerable though. Of him gasping and moaning and whimpering as he ran his hands over himself was a tough one to forget. Despite everything that made him terrifying, beneath it all, the weakness he willingly put on display was utterly alluring. You knew the videos were for his eyes only. That the exposed nature of them was for him to enjoy. But you couldn’t help but allow your mind to wander back to them. God he had looked so pathetic. Pantalone always projected an image of strength to the public. To see him so weak and needy was addictive. Your own desire to see him make an absolute mess of himself demanded it. Which was why, despite your better judgement, you found your way back into Northland’s systems.
The additional security should have been a red flag. You hadn’t sold what you’d taken a few days earlier, meaning that there was only one reason for the additional firewalls; your visit to the private server had been discovered. Your own need to peer back into Pantalone’s private world dismissed the additional security as little more than red tape. The bank had instituted a new security policy or something like that. Breaches were common, so it’s likely they were attempting to dissuade smaller hackers with new measures. For you though, they weren’t anything. Not after you had figured out how his security worked. You bypassed them easily enough, quickly tunneling down into the treasure trove that rested at the end.
This went on for weeks. You tried not to make it a daily thing as that felt excessive, but every time he posted a new video, which was becoming more frequent, you found yourself going there right away. The temptation to see his latest perversion was simply too great, especially since watching him had helped bring you to some of the best orgasms of your life. At this stage, at least in the back of your mind, you felt he had to know. Different aspects of his videos had changed. It was nothing dramatic, but you had noticed slightly improved lighting, better camera angles, and above all, the mumbled utterances of are you enjoying this as he got himself off. It was hard to believe he enjoyed being watched when he was like this. His image was always so controlled. As you sat in a post orgasmic bliss after his latest video, you wondered if he was doing just that? Was he tailoring this image of himself specifically for you, based on what you enjoyed? You scoffed at the possibility. He didn’t know. He couldn’t know, right?
As you thought about it over the next day or so, you swore to yourself that you’d been careful. You hadn’t given him a way to know you had been there or at the very least you appeased yourself with the idea that he couldn’t find you. You had cracked his security protocol enough that the normal alarms wouldn’t trigger. On his side, you should have looked like a regular user and nothing more. Even if he had figured out specific videos were being watched without his consent, he wouldn’t go so far as to bait you, would he?
Your answer came in the form of another video, one where he explicitly used your name.
The second it passed his lips your entire body went cold. All you could do was blankly stare at the screen as he sat there in all his magnificence, looking utterly proud of himself. For a moment you thought you’d misheard it. He hadn’t said your name, he didn’t know it. Again, you swore to yourself that you had been careful. He couldn’t know anything about you. Then, as if on que, he said it again. This time, with a smirk so sinister you leapt up from your chair just to get away from it. God he knew. Oh fuck, he knew. You immediately went to close the screen, your arousal long forgotten due to the reality that was now seeping in. The Regrator knew what you had been up to. He likely had known for weeks now. It explained the changes and tweaks made to the content. It explained his utterances and questions as he stroked himself. He was imagining you watching him. That fact sent a chill down your spin. He shouldn’t know you exist. Yet he did and worse than that, he was getting off on the fact that you watched him.
Your hand was on the button. You were seconds away from closing the window when his melodic voice washed over you again. “Before you close this darling. Just know, this one tells me how far you got.” As your eyes drifted over to the screen, you saw a shudder ripple its way through his body. On top of everything, the bastard had the nerve to be close. “End the fun too soon and there may be-” He gasped as he ran his fingers over the tip of his cock. “Consequences.” You swallowed, not daring to imagine what those might be. He had your name, which meant he knew how to find you. Even if you tried to run, you wouldn’t get far. Your funds might get you to somewhere like Nod Krai, but you wouldn’t have enough to pay the guilds for their silence. It wasn’t like you were well equipped to survive out in the wild either. To stand a chance of making it there or really anywhere, you would have to take a job in the city. That meant a proper address tied to your name. All it would take was for Pantalone to get a hold of your paperwork. After that, you were a sitting duck.
From the screen, he smiled at you again, moaning your name as his movements grew more erratic. He was going to cum. As you stood there and shook in fear, he was going to have the nerve to cum. “Fair’s fair-” He groaned out another darling. “You obviously enjoy watching me.” He paused long enough to get the rest of the sentence out. “It’s only right I should get to see you.” Your stomach collapsed to the point that you felt like you were going to be ill. He wasn’t serious. “You’ve…” He groaned in satisfaction as he teased the tip of his cock with his fingers. “Definitely caught my attention dearest.” Pantalone tightened his grip slightly, his hips jerking and stuttering as his movements grew messier. He was getting close now. You could see it in the way he furrowed his brow. The regrator was desperate to hold on, but you knew him well enough to know that wouldn’t be the case. The second he drew his bottom lip into his mouth, it was over. In what you would consider a truly glorious display, Pantalone came moaning your name.
“You-” His voice was heady with lust as he came down from his orgasm; pleasure and satisfaction dripping from every single word. It was as annoying as it was alluring. You had just watched the regrator get off to you or at least the idea of what he was going to do to you. Despite everything you were feeling in the moment, you couldn’t help but be a little flattered. “Have 24 hours to respond. I won’t bother with access rights. If you’re clever enough to get through my security, then I’m sure you're clever enough to figure out how to get a video of your own onto this server.” You gapped at that your temporary sense of pride long forgotten. Not only did the bastard want payback, but he was going to set you up for failure to get it? It had taken you days to understand how the server worked. Even then you’d only barely gotten into it with read-only access. Now he expected you to update your permissions, on your own? In less than 24 hours? He had to be insane. “I do hope you’ll give me a good show. After all, I’ve made quite the effort for you. The least you can do is return the favor.” The pause after that overtook everything. Your spinning mind automatically went into overdrive. What were you supposed to do? What could you do? You had hacked your way into the private server of one of the most powerful men in Sneznaya and stolen from his public servers. That alone was enough to earn you a ticket to jail. Then, with his full knowledge, but not his consent, you had been pleasuring yourself to him for weeks. Now, he was demanding compensation in the most humiliating way possible. He couldn’t actually expect you to film yourself, could he? At least not in the same method he did for himself. Surely he was joking. He had to be. “If I don’t see anything from you as of the time you started this little video then I’ll take that as an invitation to see you in person so that we might experience this little delight together. It has been ages since I’ve had anyone fun here.” Your legs automatically gave out. You fumbled your way back into your chair, tears forming in your eyes as reality finished setting in. He was going to make you do it. Come hell or high water, the Regrator would get his way with you. The question was, could you get the video on the server in time or would it be easier to sort this out in person? Despite your lack of funds, could you try to get to another border or at least out on the open sea? Could you swing that before your time ran out? “Before you think I can’t find you, or you believe you can get away, just know I have spies close by watching your every move. If they catch you trying to run, then we’ll meet each other much sooner than expected.” Of course he already had people on you. He’d probably sent them as soon as he’d begun this sick little game with you. “I’m eager to see how you’ll respond dearest.” Your eyes came back up to the screen before you realized they’d fallen away. The sinister smile he’d held the whole time mocked you from the other side of the screen. “Don’t keep me waiting for too long. It ruins the fun.” With one last laugh, the video ended. Leaving you in complete darkness.
What now? Was it worth your time to meet his challenge? Did you really believe you could get the necessary access rights in time or would your time be better served trying something else? You thought about trying to find his spies. There couldn’t be that many, could there? Maybe you could take what you had and buy them off. Maybe you could try to use force as a means of escape. Even if you managed it, there was still the matter of trying to get away. The cities were warmed to make them habitable. But in the frozen tundras of Snezhnaya, you doubted you would make it a mile before you froze. Were those your choices? Comply or die? Was that all he had left you with? You let out a broken sob at the thought.
With tear filled eyes, you looked back at the dark screens. He’d insisted you shouldn’t disappoint him. You knew that applied to your actions as much as your video. If you forced him to wait for nothing, you knew the consequences would become more severe. Right now he had given you a choice. He’d only asked for one video. If you didn’t acquiesce to his request then one could turn into an infinite number with a snap of his fingers. Worse still, he could find you and he could demand that you give him what he wanted in person. If those were your only options, then you preferred to keep him as far away as humanly possible.
With shaking hands, you reached for the keyboard and mouse, closing his video. You had to try, didn’t you? Even if you hated it, even if you failed, you still had to make an effort. Because even the smallest effort might be what stayed his hand. At least, you hoped it did. In all honesty, nothing actually would. Even if by some miracle you managed to meet his deadline, that only opened the door to additional demands. More videos, tougher challenges, and tighter timelines. Because that was the real payoff for him, wasn’t it? The show he wanted wasn’t the video, it was the challenge in getting the video to him. Pantalone wanted to be impressed to the point that he had demanded it. The price of his individual attention was that you show him how capable you really were. He wanted to see if your meddling was a fluke or if you were as competent as you had shown yourself to be. If that was the case, then you decided you would rise to the occasion. As the terror of the situation settled into anxiety, you decided he didn’t matter. You would do what he wanted, but you wouldn’t do it for him, you would do it for yourself. You would prove that you could beat him at his own game, even if you had to humiliate yourself to win.
Your fingers began to work over the keyboard as you opened windows and command prompts. Because like the server, that was the challenge. You became determined to beat the Regrator at his own game, if only to save yourself.
-> How the genshin men react when you say "i wanna go home" and you go to hug them saying, "I'm home now :)"
archetype imagine!
A really silly, random and specific prompt, but I just found it so sweet
Thinks you're so cute
Kaeya, Lyney, Heizou, Baizhu, Thoma
He would let out a warm laugh out of amusement at your action. 'What a cutie', he'd think as he would begin to stroke your head dearly with his charming smile plastered on his face. He would then lean his forehead against yours, your noses softly grazing each other's, and would gaze lovingly into your eyes. His eyes would hold you gently, shining with his uttermost affections for you. He appreciated that you viewed him that way. "You're mine as well, and I'll always be there when you need me"
Would be caught off guard
Albedo, Ororon, Kinich, Cyno, Tighnari, Alhaitham
He might be surprised from the sudden gesture as he isn't used to receiving such affection (nor having to deal with it). But he'd definitely hug you back, knowing how much you felt for him as he felt the same for you, even if he might show it differently.
"I hope you find it comfortable here", he'd say with a small, reassuring smile, leaving a chaste kiss to your forehead.
Grows a stronger sense of protectiveness over you
Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Zhongli, Childe, Ayato
He'd lightly chuckle at the gesture, but nonetheless, your sentiment would leave an impact on him. He understood just how vulnerable you allow yourself to be with him, how safe you felt with him, and that your words were simply another form of, "I love you". Of course, there was no doubt that he felt the same for you too.
If he was your home, you can bet your bottom he was gonna shield you from any possible danger, as well as take care of you with all his might. There would be no way he'd let any harm to come to you.
And he would vow this to you by wrapping his hand over your head, sliding his arm around your waist, and pulling you in close, so much that it felt like he was enveloping your entire frame into him. He'd then whisper tenderly into your ear, "As long as I'm here, nothing will hurt you"
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Specifically, for guys like Childe and Ayato, this sentiment would be incredibly significant to them. I consider them family men, so for you to already think of him as something so important as home means everything to him. The moment you mentioned him with "home" his sense of responsibility and duty shot through the roof. He'd be beaming with pride with your sentiment, both happy and honored that you consider him something so dear and important. He would rub circles on your back as he would then think of the future, blissfully imagining how you two would build your own home together with the biggest smile on his face.
He's speechless
Wanderer, Kazuha, Xiao, Diluc, Dainsleif
They would have never thought they could feel so warm from such a small, seemingly silly gesture. All this time, looking for a place to belong to, he realized something - you were his home too. No words could describe all of his sentiments at once, but when he cups your cheeks and looks into your eyes, you'd be able to understand everything. That rare, vulnerable look in his eyes that was only reserved for you would tell you his innermost feelings he held deep in his heart. You are the most precious thing in all of Teyvat to him. Thus, he would convey this to you with an intense, passionate kiss.
You're too adorable, he can't-
Venti, KAVEH, Itto, Gorou
Good gosh they would think you're the SWEETEST. That's how much you meant to him? You think of him as you're home? He'd become so overwhelmed with love that he would give you the biggest, warmest embrace in return. I see Itto and Venti definitely spinning you around while squeezing the life out of you. You would have activated their cuteness aggression with this gesture. You may even be met with a flurry of sweet kisses all over your face as a way for them to release these feelings you've given them.
On the other hand, Kaveh would become the most emotional. It would hit him the hardest since he didn't quite have a home all for himself. He'd be getting teary eyed and his lip would be quivering, unable to hold back the emotion that is currently overwhelming him. He would return your embrace and bury his face into your shoulder, letting his tears flow freely into your warmth. You were his home as much as he was yours, and with his voice shaking, he'd bawl, "I love you so much, y/n...I'm glad to call you mine"
a/n: back from another hiatus, sorry for going MIA again 🙃
ʚɞ Were the knight is so in love with Varka in every way that it long passes devotion and falls into passion, it might as well be a hobby staring at him.
ʚɞ A knight who has been watching from afar not because they genuinely believe these feelings can go away but because they can't bear their own love weighing Varka down.
ʚɞ A knight who will never confess not because of lack of confidence of Varkas love but because they know him, they know he would put so much aside for a lover just to keep them safe. And when it comes to a difficult choice they would never want love to blind the man to a logical decision.
ʚɞ Knight so deeply passionate they have written letters they will never send, each one different. Some recount stories of the day and little things that made them fall deeper in love with Varka, and other decribe just how painful it feels to love him, other letters are drunkenly written poems and songs. Things maybe they weren't passionate about before they are suddenly interested in because it feels like the only way to express a tiny fraction of the love they feel for the Grand Master.
ʚɞ So passionate with their love it's the very reason they get a vision, it is the reason why they do what they do.
ʚɞ A knight who would sooner write a letter to be delivered to Varka after their own death rather than confess their feelings while living. A knight who believes there is no escape to their own feelings, not even death can be rid of them because every grain of their ash would weigh the same as mountains with the love they feel for him.
Prompt || when it rains, a visit from him and a bouquet of flowers is inevitable - NSFW UNDER THE CUT / MINORS DNI
Warnings: unprotected sex, strange dragon anatomy (long tongue, TWO pp), inexperienced/previously virgin Neuvillette, mentions of previous loss of virginity(for Neuvillette, reader is left ambiguous), secret relationship, messy kissing, kiss marks on Neuvillette, Neuvillette is on top but reader is lowkey guiding him.
This is my first and only attempt at Genshin characters, I stopped playing after Fontaine, but I still love Neuvillete.
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“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.”
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Thunder rolls over Fontaine’s roaring seas, the waves quake and throw themselves against the shores in a violent frenzy, and the sky rumbles with a vicious crack of lightning tearing through the heavy-hanging storm clouds. Once again, it is raining in the nation of justice.
She turns her head out of her window as the lightning tears through the air with a crackling scream, but she can see nothing but her own reflection peering at her from the darkened and rain-drop stained window. Absent-mindedly, she watches the rain beat against the soaked panes, she can’t help but watch as droplets race down the glass in hurried streaks and pool just at the basin of the windowsill. There’s an air of familiarity that hangs above her head, perhaps even a taste of nostalgia that hangs off the tip of her tongue.
With the rain, and that unique, earthy smell that comes with it, she knows she’s certain to have a visitor soon.
As if her thought’s had manifested, she hears the cast iron door-knocker hit the mallow wood three times. Although the sound is nearly lost in the tumultuous downpour, she turns her body towards the echoing call of the late night visitor that stands just outside of her door. She adjusts the silk robe that hangs over her shoulders, unconsciously tucking the edges into the other by crossing her arms one over the other as if in an embrace. She brushes her ____ hair out of her face and walks towards the front of her home, the only sound that fills the halls of her lonely abode besides the wind and rain was the soft pitter-patter of her bare feet hitting the tilted floor with every step, for the visitor outside knows that she’ll answer the door without fail— so he doesn’t dare knock again.
Her robe slips down her shoulder as she reaches an arm out and curls her fingers around the handle, she takes a deep breath before she takes a step back with her body she pulls it back with the wind’s strong arms pushing it the rest of the way. She flinches and closes her eyes as the cold grazes her skin, a rush of shivers crawls through her spine and splinters through her body before she reaches a hand up and drags her robe over her once exposed collar-bone. “My apologies, ____ , this heavy rain is quite an inconvenience, isn’t it?” She hears his voice before she sees him, prying her eyes open to look at the man before her that stands on her porch with the rain battering his back in hefty never-ending waves.
Neuvillette gazes at her, his silver hair is taken by the wind's current and whips against his cheek, he stands on her doorstep absolutely soaked to the bone and in his hands was a single bouquet of Lake Light Lilies. Although it’s obvious that it was once wrapped neatly in paper, ribbons, and foil, it now is held between his hands rather limp and beaten from the rain’s brutal touch. He looks at her with that same calm expression he always does, the same he dons whether he stands before her now or stands above all of Fontaine in the Grand Iudex’s seat, although the rain clings to his cheeks and runs down from the corners of his eyes— as if he’s crying.
She crosses her arms and tilts her head at him, “It’s rather late.” she says.
“So it is,” He says as he holds the beaten bouquet out to her, his sleeves positively dripping and she watches as the equally soaked bundle of native Fontaine flowers makes quick little drops fall at her feet. She casts a wary glance out behind the Iudex, her eyes wondering the road in concern that prying eyes might see him, and that the public might become aware of the Chief Justice of Fontaine’s very own private affairs. “I’ve brought these for you,” he tells her, bringing her gaze back to his own with his voice never raising a pitch. It remains calm and steady, as if he isn’t standing outside in another violent Fontaine storm. She shakes her head at him, before reaching both hands out and taking him by the wrists. He does nothing to protest, instead allowing her to drag him inside of her home and close the door behind him. He drips rainwater on her floor.
She takes the bouquet from his hands, “Thank you,” she says, turning and cradling the bundle of bright-blue flowers in her arms. She lets her fingers trace the bulbous petals, the texture is strange under her touch and the flowers seem to glow in her hands. “Although,” she hums, pressing her lips into a fine line. “It’s been a few weeks since you’ve come to visit me,” she hints, acting aloof and gazing up at her ceiling as Neuvillette visibly tenses. She cast a glance at Neuvillette behind her, “Although, it’s quite the storm outside, I wonder why?” she says, shifting to look at Neuvillette with an expectant gaze crossing her expression.
Neuvillette doesn’t fail to miss it, and he shifts in place with his eyes turning down and away from her. There’s a sense of shame in the way he does it. “I suppose—” he flexes his hands by his side, an anxious twitch evident in his fingers. “I’ve missed you, greatly.”
Lightning lashed through the sky like a whip with the thunder not too far behind, she couldn’t believe it but it seemed like the rain was slamming down against the pavement even harder. Perhaps guilt? Her shoulders slumped and she sighed through her parted lips, she gently set the bouquet down on her mantel that’s decorated with decayed or dying flowers that wilt and hang low in their vases. The bouquet of Lakelight Lilies stands alive as the newest addition, just beside the crinkling bodies of what were once fresh Lumidouce Bells. With her arms now freed she walks to Neuvillette and cups the sides of his fine jaw. He tips his head down, finally allowing his gaze to meet her own just as she ghosts her palms over his damp and rain kissed cheeks. She doesn’t miss the way he leans into her hands, resting his head in her tender touch and closing his eyes as she rolls the pad of her thumb along the corner of his lips.
“I’m not really mad, you know.” she whispers, a small smile gracing her lips while she tilts her head to the side. “I see,” he murmurs in turn. “I’m relieved,” he tells her. “I understand, you’re the Iudex, you’re just busy is all, I know.” She says and lets one hand trace down the arch of his throat until it rests on the pronounced arch of his chest. He breathes a little harder as her fingers ghost just above his breastbone, almost hovering over his own beating heart. He says nothing, but he leans forward until he’s arched over her while she takes his wrists and places his palms flat against the curves of her waist. Slowly, and cautiously, his fingers curl into the fabric of her robe. The silk bunches and raises up the smoothness of her thighs, Neuvillette daring to go lower and run his gloved hands over the newly exposed skin. He presses his palms down, gripping cautious handfuls of her hips.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, her nose brushing against his own while her hands wind around his torso. She presses her fingers against the low arch of his spine and brings him closer. “Keep going,” she prompted, turning her head up and filling the gap between them as she slants her lips over his own. In that moment Neuvillette is truly breathless, he gives a shaky little breath, his fingers curl into the meat of her hips before he fully melts into her body. He kisses her gingerly at first, his almost saccharine touch consuming her until she tastes nothing but himself. Then he grows bolder, his grip tightening and he draws her closer, his tongue flickering across her bottom lip and pressing into her mouth— and she lets him.
Ah, yes, it’s like this with every bouquet.
She moans as that hot muscle twists around her own, her fingers curling into the back of Neuvillette’s damp coat while he cups the nape of her neck. He tilts her back until her spine is arched and her chest is pushed up into his own. He absolutely devours her. Swallowing little moans and breathy gasps between desperate wanton kisses. He only pulls away when he’s done stealing the breath right out of her lungs, his long draconic tongue slipping past her lips with a shuddering gasp. Her lipstick became smeared across Neuvillette’s bottom lip, making a messy stain of rouge drag across his cheek.
Her robe has slipped further down her shoulder, exposing the valley of her breasts and the exposed skin of her torso. He’s not subtle about the way his eyes begin to roam over her prone form, it’s a detail that is not missed by her. She also doesn’t fail to notice that hefty tent that’s formed and pressing up against his slacks. Making his own arousal alarmingly clear. “May we… continue…?” He asks, so gentle in tone that she can’t help but smile in turn. Truly, it is like this with every bouquet.
“You already know where my bedroom is,” she says with a nod in the right direction.
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By the time they reached her bedroom, the rain had long stopped.
Neuvillette’s bare body isn’t an unfamiliar sight, but it’s still a relatively new one to her. Neuvillette’s inexperience and distance with the people of Fontaine, let alone humankind, was obvious in how exploratory and curious his hands were as they still fumble to touch her as if it’s the first time all over again. He palms desperately at her thighs, pressing himself down and closer to her naked body beneath him while he slots his pelvis between her spread legs. He mouths at her throat, teeth scraping the junction where her neck meets her shoulders and tongue rolling over her warm skin while he desperately ruts against her. He pushes his waist down to meet her raised pelvis, her legs uselessly hang by the sides of his hips while he slides his long, thick, and ridged double cocks slip and slide against her soaking wet cunt. “I’ve missed you,” he mutters, “I’ve missed you so dearly.”
Neuvillette calls her name near breathlessly as he grinds the base of the bottom shaft against her trembling bundle of nerves, her hips twitching and chasing after his own, desperate for more friction against her aching clit. It’s still strange, getting used to his anatomy that differs from any human man, but she didn’t mind in the slightest when the shock wore off the first time she saw him disrobed. There’s two of them that hardly resemble a human mans, with soft ridges lining the underside. She remembers how they had intimidated her when she first laid eyes on them but now it almost came as a delight to feel those two twitching cocks drag and press against her dripping and wet hole.
Neuvillette adjusts himself back on his knees before pressing the weeping tip of his dick against her pussy, the way he thrusts against her is desperate and quick, trying to press inside of her only to slip up and grind the slick underside of his cock against her swollen clit. She jumps at the contact, hissing through clenched teeth as he inadvertently grinds against her. She grunts, feeling him once again adjust until the tip is pushing against her. He whispers something incoherent under his breath, perhaps a silent plea that she can’t quite catch before he slips once again and clumsily slides against her tight little hole. She claws at his shoulders, whimpering each time he fails to breech her. He wants to go in so badly but he’s too focused on her and her alone, he’s kissing at her, running his hands over her, scraping his teeth down her throat, he’s already a disheveled mess. He slides against her again, pathetically moaning as the tip of his cock bumps against her navel.
She can’t take the wait anymore. Blindly, she reaches her hand down in between them and grips him by the base. Feeling the warmth of her palm he thrusts desperately into her curled fingers. He tilts his head back, breathing harder as she positions him at her soaking cunt and holds him there. “Hurry,” she mutters, spreading her thighs apart further and draping her locked ankles behind his lower back.
He dips his head down and presses his sharp canine teeth into the side of her neck, pivoting his hips down and finally sinking into her wet heat. He groans into her skin and jerks his hips in desperate little thrusts, stretching her around his first fat cock while the other grinds against her hand that remains tucked between them. Once he’s pressed halfway inside, she finally pulls her hand out from between their waists only for Neuvillette to slam his hips down the rest of the way, pressing her pelvis to pelvis into the mattress.
She tilts her head back and cries out, absolutely writhing underneath him as she’s stretched to her limit, all while his second dick is still sliding against her clit. She whimpers, and Neuvillette raises his head from her throat to kiss at her temple. “My apologies,” he murmurs, because he can’t stop himself from already fucking her down into her own bed. He can’t stop himself and he knows it. She’s being absolutely overwhelmed by him, the smell of expensive cologne mixes with that earthy smell that comes with the rain and she’s suffocating in it. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her face flushes with warmth and sweat.
She claws at his shoulders, at his back, at the nape of his neck while her moans mix with that distinct sound of skin hitting skin— and Neuvillette’s own ragged and breathless grunts and groans. It’s a filthy mix of noise, and a part of Neuvillette is stunned that such vulgar noises could be coming from him. He sounds no better than an animal, like some beast, his pale skin burns red at how far he falls into his own depravity because it only fuels him further. He’s hitting as deep as he can go, his pelvis knocking into her while his hands travel lower, he grips the backs of her thighs and folds her in half until her knees are touching her shoulders. Her legs now dangle on his shoulders with her ankles on each side of his head. He’s pressing her down and losing every bit of restraint.
The dragging sensation of his cocks inside and outside of her make her head spin. She kisses his blush-stained face, leaving lip shaped red marks all over his ivory skin until it melts with his rose-tinted cheeks. He hilts to the base and her toes curl, gripping onto his shoulders and raking her nails down his pale back until she leaves vicious red streaks behind, Neuvillette doesn’t seem to notice let alone feel it, because he barely flinches at the contact. Although it emboldens him, pressing deep inside until he can go no further. “Neuvillette,” she whispers against the corner of his mouth, her mind goes blank and stars burst inside of her vision as the tip of his cock drags over her aching g-spot. “Ohh— there, right there.” she closes her eyes, “Yes, right there— don’t stop, ohh, don’t stop.” she pleads, Neuvillette leans forward until he can rest his forehead against her own, framing her beneath his body while she rocks up and down with every hard thrust. He attacks that spot deep inside of her with newfound determination to abuse it, hitting it over and over again until she’s whining loud and reedy with trembling legs that shiver on his shoulders.
The constant stimulation to her clit mixes with the hefty drag of his cock deep inside of her, at this rate she knows she’ll finish before Neuvillette. She trembles, tossing her head back and forth as her hips push and roll up into Neuvillette. Her stomach curls and her cunt aches with pressure building deep inside of her waist. Neuvillette’s gaze doesn’t leave her, he stares down at her with unwavering focus, he’s determined to see her come undone. “Neuvi—” she chokes on barely strung together words, whimpering while he smothers her beneath him. He's positively transfixed on her, watching how her body shivers and chases his own for that sweet relief she craves so desperately.
"Beautiful," he whispers beneath his breath in a voice so low it doesn't grace her ears, "Absolutely beautiful,"
It's like this with every bouquet, and Neuvillette already can't help but wonder what flowers he'll bring to her doorstep next time.
Heyo, this is a small (fluff?) story for Genshin Capitano. I ended up enjoying him in Natlan and wanted to write for genshin character for a while that I finally wrote this small thing. Please do enjoy!
Just a note, reader can be read as any gender!
Perhaps you remind him of someone? Captiano seeming kept his eyes on you at every waking movement while you worked. Or maybe it wasn’t his gaze you felt so intensely? No your mind was made up, it was his gaze… every time you neared his table to drop off a refill of his liquor, he would puff up… appear bigger then he already was. You weren’t unaffected, but you knew better then to engage with The Fatui, no less a Harbinger. Eyes watching him down another glass of top shelf Fire-Water, then watching him hold the glass up, asking for another. One of the other barmaids promptly grabs another glass for him and walk over, a swing her hips as she serves him or tries to. A harsh No chills the bar as he refuses her.
Alphas like him would always get their way…
A sigh and annoyed hm you would walk towards him with another glass which he took. A deep and raspy growl of approval from his throat hitting and vibrating in your eardrums. Bowing quickly and walking back to the bar, a hand over your chest feeling the intense beating. Your coworkers eyeing you with questions… it was obvious he was trying to gain your attention… as an omega your body seemed to purr at it. Distracted He had walked over, ready to pay his tab, a couple of thousand mora. That masked face turning towards you and slowly placing a small ring in front of you.
“Scented, little Omega.” His rough voice growls out as he leaves a very pricey ring with his scent for you. Coworkers huddle around you gasping at the ring, a call for you to put it on coming from them. All curious if it fit, you could tell by looking at it that it would be a perfect fit.
Slipping it on without know you had just agreed to be to his wife.
