Your legs were locked with Mona's. You could hear the beautiful moans escaping both of your mouths, they bordered on being pornographic; her expressions though, they looked as though they'd been pulled straight from an erotica. The way her mouth hung open, your name escaping her plump lips like a mantra, only made the slick mess between your joined thighs messier.
At this point your thighs were screaming at you to stop, your mind on the other hand only thought of Mona and the extreme pleasure coursing through your veins. You were exhausted, you'd been at this for what felt like hours, riding out your highs on Mona's sweet little pussy. Your hands were fisting the sheets as you drew your hips across her own with vigor, chasing yet another orgasm for both of you.
In the beginning you were methodical, divvying pleasure slowly between the two of you, torturing Mona, but also yourself; at this point, however, you couldn't bare the thought of the snail-like pace you'd set before. Your horny little brain too fucked-out to handle it. Neither you, nor Mona, were saying anything that made sense anymore, just warbled cries of each other moans and broken moans.
"Mona, fuck! Haa.... You're creaming all over me..."
You can see her shiver with pleasure as the cord in your belly begins to tighten, threatening to snap with every grind of your hips against Mona's.
Your hips begin to stutter as loud moans fall from your lips, accompanied by strings of drool. You can feel yourself drawling closer to that sweet euphoria you craved so much. She was crying out as you went barreling into your orgasm. Your brain was fuzzy, the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of Mona squirting all over your thighs.
Yet, despite the overwhelming pleasure that left your body shaky, you didn't let up. Mona's squealing of overstimulation on egged you on as you continued rocking your hips into her own. Her well manicured nails dug into the plush flesh of your hips as your drew the both of your into another orgasm. Mona gasped loudly as waves of pleasure swept you away.
When the two of you finally came down from the blissful high, you collapsed onto her mattress, absolutely spent. You may be completely spent, but it was definitely worth it.
✧ recently i’ve been really into two hearts by nzca lines :3
… diluc brings flowers home every single day. soft curls of light purple honeysuckle and padisarah that tickles your nose with its sugary scent. strings of primrose that he weaves into dainty crowns with surprising tenderness. exotic and bright hibiscus and glaze lilies, bouquets of bright yellow forget me nots, and a stunning arrangement of apple blossoms, white clover, and dahlia. every blossom has eons of meaning behind it, the academic kind of which you could barely begin to fathom; but his gentle smile when he presents you with a freshly picked red rose is enough, you think, to understand it all.
… thoma takes care of every chore around the house, with the kind of speed and skill that makes you look amateurish in comparison. though he’s an expert at every chore, your favorite will always be when he does the laundry, because no matter how much sweet-smelling soap he uses, he is always wreathed in the sharp scent of smoke that seeps into the fabric itself. maybe he doesn’t notice because it’s so constant, but you do, and you love it. you can close your eyes, press your nose to your favorite shirt and take a deep breath and imagine that he is right there, wrapping you in a warm embrace.
… zhongli remembers how you take your tea, whether you prefer sharp mint or sweet black or bitter matcha. he always makes sure to choose the most perfectly decorated pot, studded with gemstones in your favorite color or swirled with elaborately opulent metal shavings. when you arrive home, the moment you close the door behind you, he’s there holding a freshly brewed pot and all the honey or sugar you could want, and the curls of steam rising into the air from the ornately carved lip of the teapot frame his understanding and calm look as he asks how was your day?
… eula is always practicing her dancing, whether in the tiny, unconsciously imperial tapping of one heel against the floor, or a real performance where she throws her lithe frame into each move with all the force she can muster. in the privacy of her own home, she enjoys music, and loudly. the kind of thumping volume that brings a grin to your face. because, no matter what room you’re in you can hear the sound of it pulsing through the floor and follow the noise to find her, performing for an imaginary audience with her eyes closed tight and a beautiful smile spread across her icy, regal features.
… mona knows her apartment is small and desolate, can feel it in the cramped edges of her bedroom where dust collects quicker than she can wash it away. but she is prideful, and refuses to have the person she loves living with her in a place that feels empty or ugly. she throws herself into decorating, exchanging star readings for vases of fresh cecelias, taking money saved from her astrology column to purchase cheap tapestries that she adorns herself with hand woven tassels and specks of glimmering stone, and making it hers. making it yours. in the end, it looks as beautiful as any regal palace.
… lumine’s true home is among the stars, but for now she resides in an enchanted teapot, with you as her most special tenant. with a wave of her hand, she summons anything you could possibly want; a game of popping balloons, a bed with pillows as soft as clouds, entire hot springs. you would ask her to slow down, to stop exerting herself on extravagances like this just for you, but she looks so excited, blushing bright red and smiling shyly, whenever she presents you with a new gift, and there’s something flatteringly magical about how she offers you these things crafted with nothing but love.
… kazuha has had no desire for a physical house, because every gathering stormcloud, glimmering dewdrop, whisper of wind that gusts through his hair is home to him, the expanse of beauty that can be found in every inch of teyvat. so if he were to show you his home, it would be from underneath a silk umbrella he traded a hand written poem for, holding a melon he sliced with his iron sword, sweeping his fingertips out over the plains of inazuma with a serene smile on his face as he awaits your response to his eager joy at showing you, the person he loves the most, the things he considers the most beautiful.
… yoimiya loves the bliss of waking up every morning to find you beside her. she loves that you are a permanent fixture of her life now, someone who’s there whenever she needs. if she could make you a holiday, an official cause to celebrate and roar her favorite songs over the hills and set off fireworks in the sky every single day, she would. maybe she can’t officially, but no one can stop her from celebrating on her own; baking lopsided cakes and carving your likeness out of wood and whispering your name into the wind with a giggle and cupping your face in her hands and planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks every night before you go to sleep.
Mona with a reader that puts on an act around everyone except her
Characters: Mona x gn!reader
warnings: like 99% two idiots shooting playful insults at each other, with a little bit of hurt/comfort in the second half.
a/n: read a manga with a somewhat similar premise, got a funni idea and decided to write something for once. Also
WE'RE BACK ON THE SIMPING-FOR-MONA EXPRESS! LET'S FRICKING GOOOOOOOOOO
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Mona
If one were to ask the citizens of Mondstadt about you, one would be bombarded with tales of an enthusiastic, kind and outgoing youngster, helping whoever they could while quickly finding their way into people’s hearts. There weren’t many around that fit the role of the textbook definition of “optimism” better than you, and yet if one were to ask a certain Fontainese Astrologer the same question as before, the most one’d get would be a poorly hidden roll of her eyes followed by a short “what about them?”.
Mona wasn’t stupid and neither were you, she saw through your act, with or without her powers and you knew she did… After all, it were the first words she ever spoke to you.
“Don’t even try putting on that act around me, I know it’s fake.”
For most people, such an uncalled for call-out would have been enough to drive them away, leaving Mona to spend her beloved time alone studying everything stars related, only unfortunately for her, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect on you.
The moment Mona heard knocks on her door that matched the melody of a famous little childrens tune, she closed her eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh, taking one last glance at her astrology notes before standing up, walking over to the door and opening it.
“Hey Mona, I’m sorry for not asking if it’s okay to come over first, but I walked past your house and just couldn’t stop myself from paying you a little visit”, you explained with a bright smile, your voice sounding so sweet the Astrologer could feel her blood sugar soaring to unhealthy levels… how did the rest of Mondstadt stand you??
“May I come inside? I brought you food and this blue flower that I found, it reminded me of you so I couldn’t help but buy it”, you continued upon seeing her unchanging poker face, presenting her with a basket of food in one hand, and the previously mentioned flower in the other, slipping past her and into her home without waiting for an okay.
“Can you stop?” Mona asked, almost feeling a hint of embarrassment at your behavior, yet if it was because of the flowers or simply as a side effect of her cringing, she didn’t know.
“Stop with what-?", the door closed, immediately causing your voice to drop a few notes. "Ugh finally, took you long enough to close the door”, you stopped the act, your now empty hand moving to your throat, feeling it getting hoarse.
Without saying another word, you slipped out of your shoes before quickly walking over to her couch and letting yourself fall onto it, letting out a long and tired sigh once your back made contact with it, causing your host to gradually grow more annoyed.
“You’d better bring something good today if you don’t want me to lock the door on you next time”, Mona threatened before taking a look into the basket you brought with you.
“Only the best for the best Astrologer in town”, you responded in a joking manner only to whip your head around the moment you heard her groan.
“You say that, but didn’t I make my opinion about expensive food clear?”, she asked, instantly recognizing what you had bought… Sure, it wasn’t something only royals could afford, but definitely above the price tag of her usual salad.
“You say that, but didn’t you look as if you were in pure bliss the last time you ate this?”, you mocked her using her own words, causing Mona’s face to turn red, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of fury.
“Weren’t you supposed to be ‘nicest, most helpful and most likable person’ around?”, she shot back, causing your infuriating smile to grow bigger.
“Weren’t you supposed to-”, you were just about to counter, only to shut up when your behavior earned you a deadly glare, immediately moving your hand over your heart as you feigned sadness.
“And here I thought I could finally be liked for my true self.”
Truth be told, Mona didn’t mind you too much, sure you tended to barge into her home unannounced only to shoot one snarky comment after another, but hanging out with you was kinda fun… even if it was in a strange, somewhat unexplainable way. She wouldn’t leave the door unlocked around the time you usually came over if she didn’t and most definitely wouldn’t have any problems throwing you out if you did nothing but annoy her.
“Please, oh great Magicia- I mean Astrologist ‘Mona Megistus the Astrologist’, do your Astrology stuff to look into my future and tell me if I’ll ever be accepted for who I am”, you somehow managed to pull off your dramatic monologue without completely breaking out in laughter, the same mocking smile on your face as before… although it didn’t reach your eyes this time.
Usually, Mona would have hit you over the head for this one, and yet she remained silent, staring at you as if she saw right through you, only to finally open her mouth once again.
“I could do that, but I doubt it will change anything. So are you sure just dropping your act wouldn’t be a faster way?”, she asked, only for the complete lack of any hint of sarcasm to playfulness to cause a look of nervousness to wash over your face, although you quickly replaced it with your usual smile..
“At this point packing my things and moving to a different nation would be easier”, you let out a small laugh before looking away from her, your gaze firmly fixating on the ceiling… or at least it did for a few seconds.
“Then if you ever decide to do it, don’t go to Fontaine”, Mona’s voice brought you back to reality, causing you to stare at her once again, although with nothing but silent questions on your mind.
“There’s still that old hag there, so I wouldn't be able to follow you.”
If she had said this under any other circumstances, Mona would feel the urge to bash her face in rather than having to hear you jump at the opportunity to tease the ever loving crap out of her, this time however the silence between the two felt surprisingly calming both of you left to silently enjoy the moment. A moment of reassurance and understanding only like minded friends could enjoy toge-
“Are you absolutely sure you aren’t in love with me? That sounded so cheesy even I can’t help but slightly cringe.”
warnings f!reader, cunnilingus ( chara receiving ), dacryphilia if u squint, overstimulation, scissoring, praises + pet names ( good/pretty/sweet girl ) smut 18+ minors DO NOT INTERACT
a.n zero thoughts can only think about burying my face between mona’s thighs
“s’too much, n-no more!” she whimpers, pawing at you to try and push you mouth away from her overstimulated cunt, her slick covering the lower half of your face. you’ve both lost track of how many times she’s come undone already.
“m’sorry, you taste so good and the sounds you make are so pretty,” you coo.
you withdrawal from between her legs and sit up proper on the small mattress in her workshop. mona lets out a shaky sigh and closes her eyes, thinking you’re finished with her. she feels the mattress dip as you move, but much to her surprise, you’ve merely repositioned yourself with both of your thighs placed at either side of one of hers as you lower your hips to attach her abused clit to yours. you’d been humping the mattress and squeezing your thighs together whilst eating her out, desperate for relief, but you needed more.
she squeals at the sensation, hands fumbling around the bed to clutch onto something, anything as you begin grinding your hips. pleasure sparking up both of spines as moans are ripped from her throat. it feels so good, too good.
“fuck, fuck, fuck! don’t stop, y/n plea— ah!” her hips thrust upwards against yours as you begin rolling one of her nipples between your fingers, and her own fingers follow your lead making quick work on the other.
“such a good girl for me. ah— come with me yeah? be a good girl and come for me one more time?”
her words are incoherent strings of curses and moans, but she nods her head and the fucked out look on her face is enough to topple you over the edge.
her name falls from your lips like an incantation as you both come, riding out your highs before you collapse on her chest. mona’s thighs are are still quivering as moans and pants continue to fall from her lips, completely lost to the ecstasy. she holds you close, close enough so you feel her breath on your neck and her pretty sounds are directly in your ear. it all combined is enough to make you wanna fuck her again, and again, and again; maker her come more and more, but you know she’s spent.
so instead, you peel yourself up from her embrace and hover you lips above hers before she pulls you into a deep kiss. you pull away once more and she whines. always so needy after you make her feel so good, but you don’t mind, you find it adorable.
“i’ll get the bath running, okay?” you whisper and kiss her tear stained cheek. “want some water while i get that ready?”
she nods and replies meekly, voice slightly hoarse, “yes, please. and hurry, wan’ hold you more.”
you giggle, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing and pulling on the first shirt you find, “alright, sweet girl, i won’t be long.”
hello hello can i req gender-neutral!reader + mona + black + missed calls if that's available?? ty ily 💗
— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. mona x gn!reader
— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.5k
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. modern au, lovers to exes au ; angst
— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). breakups, swearing
[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]
I used to have so many missed calls
Now I just sit around and miss your calls
I had the chance when I was with ya
Now I’m hoping that you'll pick up, yeah
Compatibility. Timing. Current circumstances. Goals. Uncontrollable occurrences. Wanting different things. These factors are another set of obstacles on your path that challenge your perception of an ideal relationship.
Sometimes they can be overcome, and sometimes there is always the chance for it to crash and burn because of a single factor that could be the breaking point. Realistically, life isn’t a utopia. The world rarely aligns the fates of two people to be together forever.
Post-graduation, Mona has changed for the worst. Communication became less of a commitment for the both of you, eventually calling quits. It’s mentally and physically exhausting to maintain a relationship, especially if you’re the only one who is making the effort to keep it alive.
You finally gather the courage to contact her for the first time in months, although the probability of her picking up is zero to none. Unexpectedly she does, and the first thing you hear from the other side is a heavy scoff.
“Hi.” Greetings nowadays seem so foreign to you; weightless and shallow. You click your tongue, hoping she will say some kind words afterwards. “Just checking in to see how you are doing, as always. Like I said, if you need anything—”
“Since when is it an obligation to share my life story with my partner?” Mona spits, making you flinch. “Last time I checked, it’s not your responsibility to involve yourself in affairs other than your own.”
You shake your head. “No, of course not. Remember that we live in a culture where we are obligated to share everything with your partner, or else you aren’t honest with them. I understand that your choice to not share everything with me doesn’t mean you don’t trust me or love me enough, and that’s totally fine! That’s…” Tears threaten to stream down your face. “That’s why I called today.”
“What happened to spending time wisely, huh?” Mona sneers. “You’re not going to see me anymore after tonight so why waste your breath talking to me?”
“What?” you whisper in disbelief. After you two spend weeks compiling a list of ideas to consider for the holidays, those plans are ultimately crossed out in black marker. “You’re not planning on coming back at all?”
“I don’t see why I should,” she retorts. “What else do you possibly want from me? Hugs? Kisses? My life story?”
Your fists clench. “You know what I want? Someone whose hobby is to annoy the fuck out of me. Someone who can depend on me for anything. Someone who is willing to take a bullet for me any day. Someone who is exerting the same amount of effort as I do into this relationship because I can’t be the only one carrying the load all the damn time.”
Fatigue and stress flood your vision. “So no; I am not asking for hugs, kisses, or your fucking life story. I just want my girlfriend back.”
“Well, she’s not here anymore. Get lost.” Then she’s gone. Gone from the face of the earth. The end of an era.
Your head hurts. Your heart hurts. Everything hurts. No more calls can fix this mess. You spend the night crying your eyes out for the future that is now black, hours away and never coming back.
[For the Christmas Celebration Requests, please read this]
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Hey anon! I’m so sorry this is late. I hope you’re doing okay anon, wherever you are. But I’m happy to hear you like my work 💕💕 I don’t mind talking/writing about sensitive topics if it can help people, even if the comfort is coming through words it’s still comfort, but I’m never too busy to skip over a request. Just might be a bit slow haha. I’m glad you enjoy reading them and sending me an ask! Thanks for telling me I’m doing great cause damn I need that right now.
If any of you are struggling right now, even if you’re in a slump, I’m always free to talk. Sometimes it’s easier to vent to a stranger and know that you aren’t alone. We’re in this together.
I’m kinda scared to post this but that’s alright;; This was way longer than I thought it would be so I’m gonna split Barbara and Mona into separate hcs.
But, depending on the feedback (if there is any lol) I might skip Barbara. I swear I was going to make this happy but then I shot myself in the kneecap.
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Mona Megistus was an astrologist of great skill and equally-great pride. She was both beautiful and confident and never used her astrology for profit. You were so proud of her and grateful that she was your partner. But maybe being with someone so great was when you started feeling off. You started comparing yourself to Mona and everyone else around you, seeing and thinking that everyone was doing something worthwhile. Sucrose and Albedo were great alchemists. Jean, Kaeya, and Lisa were part of the Knights of Favonius. What were you doing? Even though you felt guilt for feeling these ugly emotions towards your friends, you couldn’t stop them. You loved Mona, nothing would change that. So instead, you started hating yourself.
You had met the astrologist when she was moraless and starving outside the walls of the City of Freedom. You knew that she had a temporary home towards the corner of Mondstadt so why was she outside the walls? It turns out that she spent all her mora on astrological devices and forgot that she was human and needed to eat and had collapsed before making it home. Out of the kindness of your heart and frankly, leaving someone to die right outside the gates of the City of Freedom would be awful, so you helped carry her back to your home and made sure she was alright. Since then Mona had attempted to return the favour but you always declined. You didn’t want to know about your fate but if she wanted to hang out as friends, you would be inclined to. It started to elevate from there and now you’re both partners. Since then you found yourself in Mona’s temporary lab and house more often than your own home.
Being that you spent so much time with Mona, you’ve had to deal with a fair share of clients storming out the door because of Mona’s bluntness when reciting their fates. To be fair, she was blunt towards you too. In the beginning you didn’t mind, you actually enjoyed the honesty, but now you couldn’t help but second guess yourself. Trying to reason with yourself that if Mona didn’t like you, she would say it. If you weren’t good enough, she would tell you. Well, due to her astrology she took one glance at you the next time you walked in and knew all your deepest insecurity's.
“Your life is not at a standstill, it’s not hopeless. There is nothing to be sad about.”
That made you take a step back. Slowly registering the words and repeating them over and over in your head. You knew that she was just telling you what you needed to hear. That this is what you needed and wanted to hear. That she wasn’t trying to be mean and that she was right. You wanted to live a happy life with her and if you felt useless then you should work on it. Staying holed up in your room wasn’t going to help you. You knew all of this and yet, you could feel yourself slowly breakdown.
“Breathe in. Breathe out. You’re going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”
Mona had her experiences of clients crying and getting angry at her predictions but when she saw you slowly breakdown. To see your eyes start to burn and get heavy, like the rim of a glass being pushed down and down. To see you slowly crumble from the inside out as you tried to hold your tears and sniffles in. She didn’t need the stars to tell her that she said the wrong thing. She was told to never offer advice, just to read what fate said when asked.
“I want to be happy. But I just can’t. I want to enjoy these little moments. I want to enjoy seeing my friends. I want to do so many things and make so many happy memories with you. I know all of these things and I’m trying my hardest to think like that but I just can’t. I can’t. Am I just not trying hard enough? Am I enough to you? Am I worth enough to be okay?”
She called out to you but you already turned away and ran out the door. You didn’t see each other for a few days because you couldn’t help but second guess what you said. Were you overthinking it? Mona didn’t say anything hurtful so why were you so upset? You didn’t want to face her so you curled into yourself further and let yourself get swallowed whole in despair.
When a week had passed, Mona made her specialty dish “Der Weisheit Letzter Schluss (Life)” and awkwardly shuffled outside your door. She wanted to give you time to yourself but after talking with Albedo and Klee plus your absent presence from her, she felt lonely and was starting to reflect on her words. It was a insensitive to take your happiness for granted and while she usually didn’t complain about upset clients being told future’s they didn’t want to hear. You were important to her. You were worth enough to be told things were going to be okay and much more.
As much confidence that Mona had in herself and her skills, she couldn’t manage money. She was always living on poverty line. She almost died if you didn’t find her and extended your help. She was so lonely and you were the first person that she considered a friend. More than a friend and more than a partner. You meant so much to her and she couldn’t realize that this is what you needed to hear instead.
She softly knocked on the door to see if you were home but the door gave away. You hadn’t bothered to even lock the door. At least you were in Mondstadt so she could rely that no one had broken in. She softly opens the door and places the dish on the table and searches your little home trying to find you.
You’re on your bed, asleep even when it’s noon. She didn’t want to wake you up but she didn’t want to leave yet. Not until you were okay. She felt so much guilt and only now found the courage to come see you. She was disappointed in herself that she basically abandoned you in your time of need, what kind of partner was she? She bit her lip hard enough for it to bleed as she carefully lied down next to you and wrapping her arms around you. Even if you hate her or you don’t want to see her, she doesn’t want you to think that you’re worthless or she doesn’t care. You mean so much to her and you spent all this time not knowing.
You don’t need to be the best, even if you think that what you’re doing isn’t good, it was and she was proud of you. No matter how long it takes for you to feel okay, to feel happy, she’ll stay by your side the same way you did.
“It’s okay. It’s okay to feel like you’re not good enough. Don’t feel guilty for being stressed or sad. Things will get better. Fate has not abandoned you and neither will I.”
She had regressed to her apprenticeship, thinking that astrology could explain the laws that governed the existence of all things. That human hearts were guided by these laws, and if one had great enough powers of calculation, all the mysteries of the world could be understood. She remembered when she was starving, you had shared half your food with her. In your small but warm kitchen as you offered her your own hard work just to make sure she, a stranger, had something to eat.
"Out here, we've gotta have each other's backs."
That was the first time she truly questioned her thoughts under the stars, she marveled that her research had been so full of holes. Mona cries silently beside you, even with all her training and how she boasts about the power of astrology, she can’t help you. No matter how many hydro graphs she makes or tells you that the stars show a glimmer of hope. That won’t help you. So she holds you and hopes that you can feel all her emotions and love.
While you’re asleep she tells you about when she first started astrology, she accidently scaled herself. The burns are still on her as a reminder that she makes mistakes. How she was moraless for years after leaving her Master’s teachings but somehow found a job in the Court of Fontaine’s mainline newspaper. All on pure chance. She tells you how appreciative she is that you visit her everyday, to make sure she has a meal, and that she remembers to write her column for the newspaper. That she’s grateful to have met you and have you stay by her side.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s okay. It will be okay. You’re enough. You’re perfect. Everyone may seem to be exceeding but it doesn’t mean you’re slow, that you’re not worth it. You are at your own pace, working through your own steps. You’re not alone. I’m here. You’ll be okay.”
includes: female reader ft. mona megistus & some characters in the background {genshin impact}
author’s note: for my love, @yvsevie. happy birthday!! <3
You were sore after training, and your face was full of fatigue and sweat droplets. So you sighed loudly as you touched your hair, and moments later you opened the door to the small bathroom to do all the basic recreative activities. Fortunately, the warm water with your favorite bubble bath and sea salt relaxed both your muscles and mind, and even prevented you from hearing the door slam and the gentle steps. Only when the mahogany wood to the room was opened fastly and your gaze fell on the door-frame, you opened your eyes wider.
“M-Mona?!”
“Why aren’t you ready yet?” She asked, and you frowned at the sound of her startled tone of voice.
“What...? For what?” Your friend just rolled her shiny, pale green orbs, then turned around and took a step forward.
“Dress quickly and come with me to one place.” She just said, and you groaned, getting up slowly so as not to fall on the tiles. You left the bathtub full of still hot water, then wiped your body with a fluffy towel, and finally put clean clothes over your smooth body.
Mona waited patiently for you in your kitchen, chewing on one of the cookies you made last night. However, as soon as she saw your figure, a slight smile finally appeared on her face. She put down the snack, then ran to you, adjusting the gently creased fabric of your skirt. Then she grabbed your right hand between her cool fingers and pulled you towards the exit of the house.
“Where are we going?”
“Have you really forgotten or are you serious?” She giggled and you opened your eyelids wider after a moment’s thought.
“Oh, please. Don’t tell me...”
“It’s your birthday, Y/N! I have to give you a present...”
Were it not for the fact that the teen was pulling your hand, you would definitely have stopped to look at her in an eloquent tone.
“Mona you know you don’t have money for gifts and...”
“S-Shush! You’ll like it! I promise!”
On the one hand, you were really curious about what your best, longtime friend prepared for you, but somewhere in the back of your head you felt bad about the fact that the young girl probably spent a lot of money on you, which she should spend on something much more important, such as food, new weapons or medicine.
And when, after a long moment, it turned out that you both were next to the Dawn Winery, your uncertainty increased. You wanted to scold the dark-haired female, but she only looked at you with warm eyes and pushed you inside the wooden, very cozy building. A short while later you heard the sound of clapping and some confetti fell on your head, nose and shoulders.
You saw many familiar faces; the owner of mentioned winery, his older brother, Amber and Barbara, even the Acting Grand Master and Chief Alchemist with his lovely assistant. In fact, if you counted all of them you could find that all the people important to you from Mondstadt were here. It was... indescribably amazing.
With small tears in both eyes you glanced back at Mona who quickly corrected your hairstyle and hugged you after a while, whispering a few sincere words that made you cry even harder.
“... Okay, okay! But can we toast already?!” The voice of the short man with the small instrument in his hand made all the guests laugh, including you.
Yes, it was by far the best gift you could ever get; loved ones, some beautiful music and Mona who was with you the whole time the party was going on to make sure you feel loved and appreciated.
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